{Eb} ( Eb Ebsus4 Eb )
Nothing ruins comedy like arenas
Eb ( Eb Ebsus4 Eb )
That is a well established fact
Eb
But your enjoyment is not as important
( Eb Ebsus4 Eb)
as my self-esteem is
Eb
My ego's the only thing you can see clearly from the back
Cm Bb
But i'm quite famous now
Eb
So suck my balls
Cm Bb
I've sold my tickets, my job is done,
Eb
Fuck you all
Cm Bb Ab
Eb
Who cares about quality, this is not about you, this is all about me
F Ab Bb
And my tiny little penis, and flogging DVDs
Eb F#
So bring it on, bring it on
C# Ab
Fuck the punters bring it on
Eb, F# C# Ab
I am a rockstar motherfucker, and I won't be one for long
Eb F#
So bring it on, bring it on
C# Ab
You gotta make hay in the shining sun
Eb C# Ab
Bb
You gotta rock on the way up, cause the only way to go from here is down
Cm Bb Ab
Eb
But I'm trapped for now, and the fact for now, is there's no escaping this
Cm Bb
I'm wearing baseball caps to hide my face,
Ab Eb
so the paps don't snap my kids
F Cm Fm Cm
All I ever wanted was, to sing my little songs
F Ab Bb Eb
But now i'm pregnant in Hello Mag and I'm, overweight in Cosmopoliton
F# C# Ab
So bring it on, before too long my wife and kids'll be gone, gone, gone
Eb F# C# Ab
And i'll have wanked myself to death in the penthouse suite of the Four Seasons
Eb F# C# Ab
So bring it on, bring it on, phone the hookers, stoke the bongs
Eb C# Ab Bb
I am a rockstar, i've got a fucking orchestra, I can do what I fucking want
Cm Bb Ab
Eb
I thought fame would make me happy, but she's a fickle cheap romance
F Ab G
No-one even listens to my lyrics, they just wanna see me dance
Cm Bb Ab
All the real stars are hanging in bars
Cm Bb Ab
Hanging out in bars
Cm Bb Ab
All the real stars are hanging out in bars
Cm Bb Cm
Hanging out in bars
Cm G
Bars, bars
